Growing up, my brother and I fought like cats and dogs.
Tease, tease, tease; bug, bug, bug; it’s mine, mine, mine – that was pretty much our life.
It wasn’t until our college years that the two of us formed a sort of unspoken truce.
We weren’t the best of friends, but little by little, our relationship healed. Still, in spite of all this, I was little surprised by something he whispered in my ear on my wedding day.
It was during a sweet, congratulatory hug, that the words “I love you” raced from his lips, past my flowing veil, through my poofy hair-do and on into my unsuspecting ear.
I was shocked, but you know, the words were perfect for the moment, the day … the memory. My brother had chosen just the right thing to say at just the right time – it was a word fitly spoken.
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